Wordless Wednesday: Mr. Cocka-Doodle-Doo Loves Walmart

Don't Read This If Your Gag Reflex Is Intact

I know that in this stifled economy many of you are coming up with intriguing ways to save money. I love those penny pincher tips from the Tightwad Gazette.

Drew jumped right on the "let's make our money go farther" bandwagon this past week and did the grocery shopping at Walmart. Our bill was indeed lower, fabulous.

I decided to make spaghetti for our first thrifty meal. It's fast, easy, and everyone likes it. I browned the Walmart pure beef ground meat in a gently simmering skillet. I tried to break it apart and stir it around but it wasn't breaking or stirring at all. It retained its same shape straight out of the grinder, your know that long worm like shape. eww
It looked downright disgusting but being the money saving housewifely type, I covered it with spaghetti sauce and served it. It tasted okay but when you are slurping up strands of spaghetti you don't want to have to slurp up strands of meat too.

Here's what it looked like.


I wouldn't recommend Walmart ground beef as part of your money (grubbing) saving plan. They are still the number one place for your ' cheap plastic crap from China ' needs.

SHG Signal

Help me Super happy Girl, you're my only hope. Bee's internet is out and she may be forced to spend an entire evening alone with her Andy. Get Father Al on it asap.

drat, you're in a different time zone.

Wordless Wednesday

Is There A Doctor in the House?

Summer boredom set in today. Flipped on the tube and Oprah was on, yuck. I don't like Oprah but today she had Rick Springfield on. Remember that 80's heart throb?
I decided to watch to see the decay and decrepitude that have undoubtedly taken over his former hawtness. You've seen Keith Richards, right: Not that he was ever hawt but his decay and decrepitude are vast. VAST

Anyway to my utter shock but not dismay, Rick is still HAWT! Age has given his boy next door looks a cheeky edge. Just a little. He had dimples that you so wanted to press your fingers into. And he sang okay.

Oprah also had William Shatner and Henry Winkler on. Seen 'em, whatever,so I turned it off. The important thing to remember here is Rick Springfield is still Hawt baby! Maybe even Hawter.

* I had his soft rock, bubblegum blowing, best selling album (Working Class Dog) on an 8 track tape. "I wish that I had.....clickclack seconds later....Jessie's girl!

A Bad Thing

I drove into our subdivision and was rolling along when some lady in a white corolla heading toward me swerved all over to the side of the road like I was some kind of butt munch road hog. I'm sure she shuddered. I think she was trying to make me feel like an a$$hole so I quickly swerved my car at her car then came back into my lane.

My hub thinks I probably made her soil her underwear. I hope so or what's the point.
Anyway he thought that was a bad thing to do. I don't think so. I think it was funny. What do you think? Take the poll please.

Wordless Wednesday: Mr.Cocka-Doodle-Doo Dreams of Visiting The Alamo

Tell Me Why, Liz?

Thanks so much Liz Foxy, you have reminded me of my absolute outrage at the audacity of those asswipe graffiti artists who can't get their heads out their arses long enough to think before defiling a national monument!

That's right I witnessed a defiled national monument and I'm really pis##$, uh, enraged here! I'm still seething and will probably have to be hospitalized with some sort of nervous condition before this is all over.

So the Knee family went to see The Alamo, remember The Alamo? I rather enjoyed seeing it this time. The first time I saw it my very soul filled with blackened disappointment because The Alamo was just in the middle of down town, right on the street, the town just built up around it. I know. It's supposed to be surrounded by deserty Texas land. Big vast land mass, not down town buildings, drugstores and hotels. I got over that shock, but that is not what this post is about.

We decided to take the headphone tour and when we got up to the outside wall of The Alamo the tape told us where to look to see a cannonball dent. Awesome, you could actually see it. I should have then looked away quickly but I didn't. I looked and looked and saw initials carved into the stone of The Alamo. The Alamo. Someone like that asswipe Liz Foxy had their initials all over the place- I'm pretty certain none of them were Jim Bowie's or any member of the opposing Mexican army.

I really tried to listen to the tape, which was excellent by the way, but I kept seeing initials all over the place carved into the stone. Why would someone do this? Why? You can't just paint over it like in a restroom; Call Kimberly for a really big time.....

I've been pretty much seething about this ever since. Drew said he knew things were bad when I kept saying things about it during the whole tour. Oh look that is the very cannon that blew the guts out of men fighting at The Alamo. And look there are more crappy initials desecrating the fight for independence. Sigh

My Little Girl's Growing Up

It goes fast. One day you hold your baby in your arms and the next she's almost a tween. I tried not to blink but I did and so here we are. Almost a tween. What makes me think this? Check out what I found on her door.


And just look at that spelling. I'm so proud. : )

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Wordless Wednesday: FAIL

Swim Lessons

Two weeks ago I signed my daughter,Lean, up to take swim lessons from a local teacher who teaches at her house. Things went fine. Lean found a friend, she wasn't too scared etc.The parents sat on a shaded porch lush with flowers, rocking chairs a nice breeze. Everyone was friendly and chatty. I learned all about Barb's grandchildren and husband. Kelly updated us on the current book she was reading every day. Everybody cheered the kids on--it was nice--I looked forward to it every day.

We went on vacation for a week and Lean did okay in the hotel pool but still needed some lessons. So this week we returned. This was a different class on its second week so everyone was new to us. Lean went down to the pool and I went to the porch and said "Hi" to everyone.I was answered with blank stares. Okay, they may be shy. So I sat down and asked the mom next to me the general stuff. Answered with one word answers no eye contact. Okay maybe I smell funny whatever, there's always tomorrow.Well today is tomorrow so we went back. Once again"HI" ; blank stare. I see a mom that was in the last session with us (who was friendly and all before). I say "hi what's new etc. ) nothing but a couple of two word mumbles. No less than four of the moms immediately began to talk on cell phones. Then they had the nerve to speak in another language so I couldn't even eavesdrop. bummer .

Of course it became obvious that they all had rods up their bums. Gone were the fluffy little chit chats to be replaced by stiff anal rods. My word! who ordered those things?Do you purchase them and have them installed or are they something you catch from others? Well I guess the mom from the first session must have caught it somehow during the week we were on vacation. This is alarming to me, will I also catch a stiff rod up my arse from swim lessons? Hope not , but just in case I'm wearing two pairs of underwear and some thick jeans tomorrow. I also will not be bending over.

* If this seems familiar you are just delusional, but whatever I don't want the bloghounds after me.